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Jan 2020
In the pure light of the moon
I am reminded that I am alone.
Warm breath blows in the chill air
And the sound reminds me of her.
Quiet
Presence
Heart beat

I can't decide if I miss you desperately
Or just hate being alone.
But your smile
Still haunts my
Closed eyes.
The moon...
Joseph Rice
Written by
Joseph Rice  32/M/Virginia
(32/M/Virginia)   
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